Sandscape
Where once you stirred beside me in our bed
(Your passion sleeping like a rattlesnake
Engorged with flesh), a brittle skin is shed
And shines. You sloughed off love as the mistake.
Where once a morning light revealed your head
Asleep like some small cosmos made of ache
And dream, your face left an impression dead
As deserts that no thirst will ever slake.
Where drowsy legs, licked into hunger. spread
Themselves for moist need and came awake
For spill of myth and seed, a drought has bred
Dry canyons, made starvation from a lake.
There where your hips were, dunes are in control.
The sheets have no complaint. They have no soul.